THE NEIGHBOURHOOD ━━━ jjba

friends || abbacchio x reader || part 1!

this was a request from my quotev!! hope you enjoy it; the fanfiction is based off of the song "Friends" by Chase Atlantic! here's the link to the art if you want it!: 

https://www.pinterest.com/pin/633389135114015384/

"You're not hanging out with him, are you?" One of your friends, Isabella mutters, and you snap out of your thoughts, staring at her. "Hanging out with who?" You ask, and your other two friends, Beth and Marilla stare at you angrily. Blushing, you realize who their talking about, and stare at the ground. "You know exactly who we're talking about." Marilla frowns, and Beth nods, taking a sip of her coffee. "Leone Abbacchio." You mutter dreamily, but cough to cover it up and shake your head quickly. "I'm not---I'm not talking to him or anything! I promise!" You laugh awkwardly, and Isabella raises an eyebrow, studying you.

You're in a really bad situation right now. Lately, you've been meeting this guy late at a bar every night after college, and you've fallen in love with him over the course of two weeks. Leone Abbacchio. The name is well-known around Italy, and your classmates. Apparently, he's an alcoholic ex-cop who was involved in some shady dealings surrounding your small town of Naples, and was the cause of a fellow police officer's death. You understood why he was depressed and low all the time, and you felt sorry for the man.

You seemed to understand him so well, and he understood you as well. Laughs came from the both of you when you talked, and small, almost intimate moments were shared when you two talked over iced teas.

"You know he's dangerous." Isabella says, and Beth nods, humming in agreement. "Yeah, Y/N, he's an alcoholic!" Marilla warns, and you sigh. "Hey, don't be like that. He's getting help for it." You sigh, and Isabella frowns. "You shouldn't care that much about him. He's a bad influence on you, Y/N. Cut it out." Beth says calmly, and you frown, biting your lip. "Wait--how do you know he's getting help for it?" Marilla questions, suspicious. You jump up from your seat, grabbing your things.

"I'm heading to my dorm--I'm--I'm suddenly getting tired! See you all!" You laugh awkwardly, and sprint away from your friends, tears gathering in your eyes. God, you feel so bad. You hate hearing your friends talk crap about him behind his back. He doesn't deserve the hate he gets. Sighing, you sprint to your dorm and crash on your bed, crying all of your feelings out. If only your friends knew that you were crying because of the man they told you to stay away from.

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After three hours of sleeping because you cried for a long time, you wake up to a missed call from Isabella, and a voicemail from Abbacchio. Sighing, you wipe the leftover tears from your eyes and sit up, surveying your room and standing up as you grab your phone and head to the bathroom. As you wash your face, you listen to Abbacchio's voicemail.

"Hey, Y/N. I just wanted to let you know that I was thinking about you, and wondering if we were--" A pause in his voice makes your heart skip a beat, but it's a false alarm as he continues. "--we were still on for tonight. Call me when you get this." The voicemail ends, and you blush as you think of how awkward you must look. You were just blushing because you though he was going to ask about what you two actually were, but it just turns out that he was wondering if you two were still meeting tonight. Laughing at yourself, you dial Abbacchio's number and wait for him to pick up.

"Hey." His deep, rough voice comes over the speaker, and you blush. "H-Hi, Leone." You reply, and he laughs. "You got my voicemail, huh?" He asks, and you laugh back. "Yeah. Sorry I didn't answer when you called me; I was....having a rough time." Your voice falters, and you sigh before laughing and trying to bring yourself back. Abbacchio stays silent for a few seconds, and he sighs. "I'm sorry, Y/N." Abbacchio apologizes, and you laugh. "Don't worry about it! It--It has nothing to do with you." You lie, and bite your lip to keep from crying.

"We're still on for tonight?" Abbacchio asks, and you smile. "Yeah, I'll see you at seven at our usual spot." You reply, and Abbacchio clears his throat. "Actually, Y/N, I was wondering if you wanted to try a different place. I'm getting sick and tired of that bar." He groans, and you blush. Abbacchio can be blunt sometimes, and it doesn't bother you at all. In fact, you like that about him. "Haha! Yeah, okay. We'll go somewhere else this time." You agree, and he laughs, his deep voice rumbling with happiness. "Dress nice. You always dress nice, but I want to see you in a dress." He says, and you blush. "Okay." You reply, and he laughs. "See you later, Y/N." He finalizes, and you smile. "Okay, Leone." You say, and you both hang up.

God, the way he makes you feel is unbearable. Everything about him draws you in; his voice, his looks, his personality, his style, everything. Butterflies rest in your stomach when you see him, and your voice shakes with fear, anticipation, and admiration when you talk to him. His purple-golden eyes, his snow white hair, and his dark purple lipstick sets your heart ablaze. What if they know?

There goes that one thought you can't shake; what if your friends know about your crush on him? What if your friends know you're hiding your feelings and meetings with Abbacchio behind their back, and they're waiting to see if you'll tell them yourself? What if your friends are going to unfriend you because of your ties with him? These thoughts and many others fill your head, and you take a few deep breaths to push the thoughts out of your head.

I'll have a great time tonight with Leone, and no one can stop me, you think, and prepare yourself for the meet up.

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Abbacchio walks beside you as you and him head to the place he's picked out for you two to eat at. He looks nice tonight; he's wearing a black turtleneck tucked into black dress pants and dress shoes. His hair is tied up in a neat ponytail with two strands of hair tucked behind his ears, and matte purple lipstick applied perfectly to his soft lips. Trying not to seem like you're staring at him, you stare at him through your eyelashes, and look back at the ground. He laughs, and sticks his hands in his pockets.

"Something wrong, Y/N?" He smirks, giving you that lovely side smile you adore so much. "Huh?--Oh, nothing, sorry." You blush, staring back at the ground. His violet-golden eyes stare at you, and you stare back at him, admiring him in the moonlight.

"I--I love you." You stammer, and Abbacchio blushes, staring back at you.

"I love you too, Y/N." Abbacchio smirks again, staring at the sky.

Right then and there, you decided you were going to follow your heart, and ignore anyone else telling you to stay away from the man you love.